[ AMAZING, is what a little casual tongue between friends is. BRILLIANT. THE BEST DAY OF REMUS LUPIN'S YOUNG ADULT LIFE.
That's an exaggeration. But his eyes do go wide for a moment before they close on instinct, and it's only because he's caught mid-laugh that there's anywhere close to a seamless transition into slightly-tonguey kissing instead of a moment of frozen-lipped shock. He still ends up gripping at Sirius' shoulder around her—which is weird, probably, but it's a pointy-fingered clutch, akin to if he were taking a step back from something astonishing and needed the moral and physical support, only slightly less dramatic, you know, because it's just snogging and just Kate.
And he isn't terrible at it, as can also be verified by Heather Mason and William Tsang and a short string of bewildered (not heartbroken, just confused, he was so nice why didn't he call and so on) muggles back home—but not by Mary Abbey, who is probably still furious with him—
Hullo, Kate. Much nicer than Mary Abbey, Kate is. And she tastes like space beer. She also possibly tastes like Johanna, for all Remus knows, and his knowledge that it's at least possible that she does is what is keeping this from being into a tag about sad and tragic yearnings. He's happy, and also drunk, and since Kate is probably the prettiest girl who will ever let him put his tongue in her mouth and not want anything from him afterwards, he takes full advantage, until a decent number of seconds later the situation catches up to him and he laughs into her mouth instead. ]
Good God, [ he says, like some sort of muggle, and flops back against the arm of the sofa again with just as much drama as before all the snogging, but in a happy way, happy enough to not be at all bothered if this is about to segue into Kate and Sirius making out on him. ] Sharks. [ Lovely creatures. His new favourites. ]
hush and enjoy the skin
That's an exaggeration. But his eyes do go wide for a moment before they close on instinct, and it's only because he's caught mid-laugh that there's anywhere close to a seamless transition into slightly-tonguey kissing instead of a moment of frozen-lipped shock. He still ends up gripping at Sirius' shoulder around her—which is weird, probably, but it's a pointy-fingered clutch, akin to if he were taking a step back from something astonishing and needed the moral and physical support, only slightly less dramatic, you know, because it's just snogging and just Kate.
And he isn't terrible at it, as can also be verified by Heather Mason and William Tsang and a short string of bewildered (not heartbroken, just confused, he was so nice why didn't he call and so on) muggles back home—but not by Mary Abbey, who is probably still furious with him—
Hullo, Kate. Much nicer than Mary Abbey, Kate is. And she tastes like space beer. She also possibly tastes like Johanna, for all Remus knows, and his knowledge that it's at least possible that she does is what is keeping this from being into a tag about sad and tragic yearnings. He's happy, and also drunk, and since Kate is probably the prettiest girl who will ever let him put his tongue in her mouth and not want anything from him afterwards, he takes full advantage, until a decent number of seconds later the situation catches up to him and he laughs into her mouth instead. ]
Good God, [ he says, like some sort of muggle, and flops back against the arm of the sofa again with just as much drama as before all the snogging, but in a happy way, happy enough to not be at all bothered if this is about to segue into Kate and Sirius making out on him. ] Sharks. [ Lovely creatures. His new favourites. ]